(Elle’s POV)
To eat or not to eat.
Not exactly wanting to beat Shakespeare’s line to be or not to be, but I wasn’t planning to die. I just couldn’t decide whether to eat or not. I haven’t eaten a good meal since yesterday, not because I didn’t have the money, but because I didn’t have the appetite. I pouted as I sat lazily on the porch, on my favorite spot on the swing dad hung eight years ago.
Crying was the last thing I wanted to do now, but whenever I thought of my sister, I could not help thinking I had failed on my promise to her. I missed Belle, but I couldn’t call her since I didn’t have my bag. I lifted my legs, hugging my knees and burying my face between them.
I raised my head when I heard a car entering the driveway, tilting my head and knitting my eyebrows as I recogniz
